Loaf and Lattes : A life story

Just like a well made latte, life can bring you moments of happiness, clarity and joy. Even if its till you reach the bottom of the cup. I've noticed my happiness ends though before I reach the last sip. My mind reminding me ever so eagerly that when it's gone, it's gone.  I'm in no way shape or form a great balance like a latte. Im a rushed cup of Joe thats half hazardly sloshed around on the highway trying to get to work.  Bitter, with a few grounds and a small dash of cream and sugar. I find myself constantly stuck in a cycle of pressing on and not taking the real time to think about what's going on around me. I've missed moments that I can never get back, or even moments that I do catch seem out shined by better things.  I worry like most about the outcomes of what im doing with my life and how at even my age I'm still down in the used coffee grounds trudging my way from pay check to pay check to catch up on an ever rising level of things. That at one po...

To be honest, I don't even know where to start. In my life I have had the ability to do more then most people and we'll before the ripe age I currently am. (Although to you all that will have to remain as a guess between 30-40.) I wish I could say to those out there younger, older, same age that things will always turn up. Or rise to the better part of what life has to offer.  I mean, again, someone like me who's been able to travel the world at such a young age and carve out a small name for myself should at least be doing well right?  I'm here to tell you, no. I like so many humans, have fallen and honestly, I feel I'm in need of that stupid life alert button. I have never been good at "staying still" in one place. I always seem to need to jump into something and then find myself somewhere new in about 6 months. (That's a record by the way) This blog isn't about recipes, the answer to life, or even one that might make full sense. I guess it's...